The Right Thing~
Nigel Willoughby
Twelvestones
Nigel hated a siege. Under the best of circumstances, it was a tedious chess game. This was not the best of circumstances.
After the first few days of gambits and counterattacks, the grand siege of Twelvestones had settled into a stalemate. With no prisoners for pawns and his trebuchets rendered impotent, Litchfield had to make do with containment. With packs of nervous guards roaming the camps at night, Dara had to curtail his stealth raids.
This morning’s messenger had only worsened Nigel’s sour humor.
“Well, this explains why Connamara has remained silent.” Nigel tossed the terse missive from Jules on the table. “The Rhi’Connor was murdered. His wife, too.”
Brynmohr reached for the scroll, but Madelyn snagged it first. There’s a Firs
